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*1/iÄ'1n€fsI/«SMBftiJlJ39mgC'ftA'uJvI '• - J :t*VOL. 3.MIDDLETOWN, NEW CASTLE COUNTY, DELAWARE, SATURDAY MORNING, AUGUST 13, 1870.NO. 33.TIIE PATENTGem and Hero Fruit JarB.They combine all theood qualities of FruitThey challengeand defy all competition. Mark the effectivesimplicity of their performance. Any child Jjjcan use them.They have been tested for the last ttirceyears by the inventor.The fruit is placed inthe Jars and properlyheated, when the coversarc applied and theyseal themselves. Theyare opened readily, theGem being fastened bya screw ring acting ona glass stopper, and theHero being fastened byFIw 1ilift■S^sKisia screw ring actingon a metal cap resulting ipressurein equalthe stopmid gumcap,pernng.These JARS areperfect in every respect as purchaserswill (iml upon atrial of their merits.iHEFOR SALE,yjg Wholesale A Retail.MBY! : FJohn A. KcynoRL & Sons.MIDDLETOWN, DEL.Country merchants supplied atprices in quantities of not less than one gross.July 2— yufacturer.sA VALUABLE FARMATPRIVATE SALE ! iA Valuable Farm of 30."Lankford's Ray, Kent (half a mile of Kdosville, twHall, and within half aall cleared and in cultivation except 30 acres.s 40,000 bushels of limeAcres, situatetv, Md.îles froiilc of the Kent co. R. IWithin tile Inst three vhave been applied. There is I yTEACH ORCHARDOf 5,000 Trees, Three Years Old.And a prospect of 2500 boxes of Peachesthis season.OVER 130 ACRES IN CORN,with a prospect of a good ci100 Acres in Wheat, prospect good for 2000 bus.notwithstanding the unfavorable seisoil, just cleared and•op.100 Acres of goo«l virpgrubbed, seconda light and productive loam.The improvements are a good Two-Storv andan Attic Brick Building, ithe necessary Out-Buildings, in good order.Schools within halfMethodist Churches within two miles.This is one of thelower section of Kent county, having fish andoysters and all the salt water privileges.Price, $22,000; $8,000 cash, or in GO daj'S ;and the balance in five equalFor further information apply at the ollice ofthe Middletown Transcript.July 2—tf.1 allile, Episcopal»(1Si desirable fis in theaits.iiTO FARMERS !kThe Highest Prices Paid for Grain•der ofK.JIIU JEFFERSON,New Castle, Del.Deliveredthe Kent Co. It. It.G 1 RAIN bought exclusively on commission, andT satisfaction guaranteed. Ciders solicited forRAMBO'S AND WHITE'S LIME,Whann's and Baugh's Phosphates,PLASTER, AC. AC.titOrders by Mail Promptly Attended to.olA. T. STOOPS,Dealer in Grain, Lime, Coal, Fertilizers, &c.Massey's, Kent County, Aid.npr 23—tfTHOMAS MASSEY, JR.CLOCK AND WATCII MAKER,i'ly opposite Wnlkcr'a Hotel,Mlddli'lown, DelawarebjMain Street,C LOCKS, Watches, Jewelry, Ac. neatly andpromptly repared.Always on hand aud for sale, Clocks, Watches,Plated Ware, Forks, Spoons, Silver NnpkinRings, Silver Thimbles, Salt, Sugar and TeaSpoons, Rutter Knives, Gold Rrcast-Pins, EarRings, Finger-Rings, Sleeve liuttons, WatchChains, Watch Keys, Key Rings, Steel WatchChains, Ac.Dec. 12—tf.ELAWARE RAIL ROAI) BONDS,DELAWARE STATE BONDS,NEW CASTLE CO. BONDS,For Sulc by GEO. INGRAM & CO.Doct. 23—tfIRST Class Real Estate liomls for sale ttyGEU. W. INGRAM A CO.FGet 23—tf^CAPITALISTSOct. 23—tfinvited to call and examlist of Securities before investing.Geo. W. Ingrain a Co.ineW ANTE £™STOCK. Highest market rates paiil byOct. 23—tf GEO. W. INGRAM'A CO.' NATIONAL HANKWOOL WANTED !!T IIE highest cash prices paid for WOOL atBOHEMIA MILLS.MÜRPREY k REYBOLD.Cussimercs, Kerseys, Yarns, Blankets, &e. always on hand, and will ho exchanged for Wooldesired. may 14—tfifOEASONEI) OAK and PINE WOOD, sawedÖ and Split, delivered in town, in quantities tosuit, at $7 per cord, by E. T. EVANS.Feb 19—tfILMINGTON A READING Ii. il. RONDSFor sale by GEU. W. INGRAM A CO.Brokers.WOçt. *3—tf/Lv/U\Kja $.aYa:Tn»■[tfîtSTHE AMERICANButtonhole, Overseaming,Sewing Machine,Has the following advantagesmost all other Sewing Machinesin the market !over1 It lias a tension which prevents cutting ofthread or dropping of stitches.Win !ùs!™^Â"a!;"a"Lmu^3 It sews the lightest cambric and the usualshoe leather without any strain whatever.4 It lias a. feed bar which can bo lowered orll,us a,1 "l ,,ln « " t0 1111 k " ias ofnpossiblo to get the machine out of orby rust, dust or taking apart. It willmaterial.5 Itil(T uni'der by workingIio-st Attainable speed, makingminute by loot, and 3,000 byIinevti U has tile I2,2no stitches [ii7 It is the lightest running shuttle machine.8 It makes the most beautiful lock stitch.0 It lias the hands-»st appearance.10 U lias I lie strongest, most convcniesonicl.v polished, braced tabic, with dnboard to prevent soiling the dress.»nt, hander, and11 Its cover is polished, fittinglittle trunk.dlocked as athis toThere is nothing better tinpreserve the machine.12 It has straight13 Four bobbins14 It has tin* best licmmcr.needle.hold a spool of cotton.15 It lias the*t complete attachment, thehems, fells, bindsJaek-of-all-trades,lmstes,tucks, 1•Is ami milles.1G Itas simpleachiuc in the nmr17 Tt needs but little time to learn its operaanyket.tion.18 It has the best embroidering attachment.10 It sestraight a piece while pullingtime without basting, atanother at the s;taehnicnt or after work.These Advantages combine tlie best qualities ofii sewing nniehiue for tiie familyuse it steadily iequal can lie found in the ivad vanta ires of all tiie sei1all kinds of work.Nothingof combining them*li i<s nowkbile obviating all thefaults.THE FOLLOWING ADVANTAGESTHE AMERICANPosseldone andidlstnrbed, there beingother machine even pretending them :1 It has a larger nrmd stronger construc•hine, admitting largerpieces ot work, thus fitting the machine to familyand manufacturing purposes ns well, withoutneed ot two machines. It has 8ix5 inches cleartittin.V foniilyroom.2 It hems any width or thickness, from 1-1Gh cambric to 2 inches beaver.ol3 Tt bindsany braid orskirt, oi• binding whatever.4 It folds up the brim of a hat to5 Ita hat withouty fullness.•crscams a sheet or Brussels carpel.G It makes beautiful eyelet work.7 It embroidersthe edge.8 It makes buttonholes of any sizematerial.any0 Tt has the braiding machinebraid of sizehour.tiirll makeseolur at the rate of 150 yards perThis sells for $10 extra.10 Itnlway•on tiie first premium nt everyexhibition iu which it has been entered.THE A 31 EU I CANCan be had as a plaisewing machine withoutthe buttonhole and overseaming, at $15 less tliunthe given prices.•ant a few reliable agents everywhere, towhom we will make it an object to sell thesepopular machines.WeMachines will lie sent to any address on receiptof price. Every machine lias a full outfit forplain sewing, hemming, Ac.We simgly ask an examination to verify all westate.SUB-AGENCIES :-G. W. Baker, 220 King St.Clark T. Collins, Townsend, Del.TRAVELLINGSpecial Agent.Wilmington.gents :Daniel Whiting,V.. T. Gnllnher,John Avery,George W. Gravntw in. w . Lynam,Joshua Brown,Jamo3 L. Kelley.O. PATRONI,Office and Warerooms,511 1CIÎ40 STREETWILMINGTON,DELAWARE.June 13—lySelect fJoetni.ONLY A BOY.Only a tioy, witli liis noise anil fun,The veriest monster uniter the sun ;As brimful of mischief, and wit, unit glee,As ever a human frame can be,And as laird to manage ns—what? ah me 1'Tis hard to tell,Yet we love him well.Only a hoy, with his fearful tread,Who cannot be driven, but must be le.d ;Who troubles the neighbors' dogs and cats,And tears more clothes, and spoils more hats,Loses more kites, and tops, and bats,ould stork a storecar or more.Only a boy, with his wild, strange wajs,With his idle hours or his busy days;With his queer remarks and his odd replies,Sometimes foolish and sometimes wise,Often brilliant for one of bis size,As a meteor burledthe planet world.TinFor a yVOnly a boy, vIf nature goesIf intemperance,Conspire not to rob us of this our heir,Our blessing, our trouble,Our torment, our joy !"Only a boy."ho will be a man,with her first great plan—•r some fatalrest, our careSelect jètoi'i).Frthe Lady's Friend\ for August.LOVE AND PRIDE.r.Y ELLA WHEELER.I think Editli St. Ledgerhaughtiest, proudest woman II do not believe in pride of any dcseription. Let us have unlimited self-respect,and something of self-esteem,PriJc ; /or all pride is false and sinful iuthe sight of Heaven.Yet Edith St. Ledger had it in almostevery form. She was born with a taint"of it, and it bad been the daily and hoarU lesson taugli lier by her proud futliuntil, at twenty-one years of age, she wasall bis vaiu old heart could desire.Site was proud of her ancient and•nantie name, brought down through manygenerations from a princess whose beautyand accomplishments had made her theenvy of queens ; proud of her aristocratichome, of her untarnished name, of herown fair self. Indeed, like Miss MacBride,was theever saw.but noer,rono" .She wproud of her beauty, and proud ofher pride."Yet she was not at all superciliousoverhearing, with all her priilo : shetoo well-bred and too proud for that.And she had many friends, thoughintimates ; and she had had many offers,as one so fair an attractive must needshave—-eligible ones, too: young Wallace,son of a retired merchant, and worth halfa million—spotless integrity, and the beauty of an Apollo ; Carroll James, widower,rolling in wealth ; Albert MacLeon,wealthy, and a scion of nobility. ButEdith St. Ledger turned haughtily awayfrom these and many others, and still satbeneath her father's roof, "in maidenmeditation, fancy free." " Waiting for aking in a golden chariot, drawn by twenty-four steeds, to come and call for her."So said some.But whatever the cause might be, I wasvery glad that she still sat there, on onemorning in J une when I received a notefrom her." It is very lonely here just now," sh^wrote, "and I am pining for something ofsociety. I want you and a few friends tocome down for a fortnight or three weeks.Tho country is at its best, and I promiseyou a pleasant visit. Jcrold extendsinvitation to your brother, and requestshim to bring a few of his friends.Jcrrold was Miss St. Ledger's brother,n g a y* pleasant youth, ono year youngerthan his sister, and with only a small portion of the family pride.I showed tho letter to John. " Wewill go, of course?" I asked."Of course," John responded. "Itsoctne to mo Miss Edith has come downpeg to ask us. and wo ought to encourageher in her efforts to reform. Yes, we'llgo. I will take Charley Dorris, JeromeLeicester, Leander Covil, and Ben West.That will be just a nice little company.""Ben West!" I exclaimed. "Why,John, he mustn't go.""I'd like to know why?" demandedJohn." Plain enough," I answered ; "ho isneither rieh nor aristocratie, and is not atall with tho St. Ledger set.wild, reekless wag and wit, and Ithey will never forgive you if he goes.""I can't help it, then," said John."Jerrold said bring some friends, andBen West is my best friend, and ho goes,if/go."I was vexed and alarmed, but I knewit was useless to say more. Ben West,tho wildest, strangest, mostnious of mortals, who had nothing but hishandsome face to recommend him ! he tobe a guest of the St. Ledgers. "Not abad fellow, I guess," people said of him,"hut so peculiar—hut so wild," alwaystho after clause following whatever meagrepraise had been bestowed.That he was peculiar, was undeniable.Ho had been half around tho world, andworked his passago all the way. Ho hadbeen expelled from collcgo when not halfway through for non-obeyaneo of rules ;had studied law and medicine, and aftersix months at each, dieeovered that neither was congenial to his tastes. Then hebecame a temperance lecturer. Ben'sfather had died a drunkard, and I used tothink his only serious and earnestorwasinithenoanSt.ask"itingjustHe is ' aam sureunceremothoughts were upon the temperance question. At length he took to farming, anilin this lie succeeded well, and as he toldus, had one of the best farms in the West.But ho tired of that, and, renting hisfarm, eanio East, and was now clerk in amercantile establishment. Brother Johnwas a partner in the house, and I thinkthis clerk was dearer to him than any ofhis upper ton friends. And it was throughthis that Beu West got into our set. Henever sought it, never was presuming orfamiliar in any way. But there was nota man of my acquaintance that carried hishead any higher than Ben West. Andsomehow ho commanded respect, with allhis wild ways and careless witticisms.Nevertheless, I shivered a little whenhe was introduced to Edith St. Ledger.But he carried himself likean emperor,and Edith was as coldly gracious as toLeander Covil, the millionaire." Perhaps she doesn't know who he is,"I thought, and dreaded the time when sheshould. Not that she would bo at allcivil, or by word or deed express her displeasure ; but I felt that John and i wouldlose favor in her eyes ; and she was suchan aristocratic friend to claim. I was only a silly city girl, you know.We chanced to stand by tho hall doorthat evening, when Mr. St. Ledger andlady, and brother John, came from thegarden."Who is this Mr. West, John? Heis the only gentleman of the party I havenever seen."It was the even voice of Mr. St. Lodger. I watched Edith's faoo as the answer came—" One of my clerks ; the bestfellow that breathes,"—but her face wascold and reserved as ever." A clerk ! Ah ! he must be quite remarkable to deserve such praise from you,Mr. Defoe."unAnd I knew his old heartwas shut forever to Ben West by hisfreezing tone." This is the gentleman who has pursued so many different vocations, and isaltogether so peculiar, is it not, whom Ibeard your brother speak of last winter?"It was Edith 8t. Ledger who spoke,and I saw uow that she knew Ben's history.. " Yes," I said, " and I ought to apologize for his presence. He is not of ourset; but John calls him his best friend,and was determined to bring him. I wasmuch opposed to it."" It is dip here in tho air ; let us goin," and Edith closed tho door and turnedtoward the parlor.So tho conversation ended, Änd I wasno nearer her foeliugs upon the subjectthan before.The next morning wc entered upon thepleasures we had planned. There was anexploring expedition to the woods insearch of a suitable spot for a prospectivepicnic.Miss St. Ledger was unusually brilliantthat day, and Leander Covil lingered ather side, spellbound. Everybody knew thebachelor millionaire was " head and cars"in love with Miss St. Ledger. And everybody knew that Miss St. Ledger was ascold to him as she was to his predecessors.Coquetry was not her line. Her loversneed never be iu doubt concerning herfeelings, for that cold look in the cleareyes, und the proud turn of the head,meant "no" as surely as the spoken wordAnd yet they never would believeit until it came from her lips.She was icily cold to Leander Covil thatday. I walked just behind them, andsaw it all. Every attempt at a compliment was met with that proud curve ofthe neck and head. And I said to myself—"His fate is sealed and why can'the sco it."Wo had prepared ourselves with smallbaskets containing dinner, to bo eaten intho woods. Our respective escorts carried them, but Mjss St. Ledger held herown.did."I beg of you let mo carry," pleadedMr. Covil for the third time."Let us all rest under this tree," wasMiss St. Ledger's only response. Andthere was a general halt along tho line,and a rest for a few moments." Come, laggards," cried Ben West,starting up, "l am in haste to reach thewood. Let us go on and get dinner."Everybody laughed, as they always didwhen Ren West spoke, lie said so manyfunny things that people were always prepared for them, and laughed whatever thewords proved to be." Mr. West," called the voice of EdithSt. Ledger, and all the conversation washushed to listen.Mr. West turned courteously. "Well,Miss St. Ledger ?"" Will you be so kind as to carry mybasket—it is getting tiresome ?"" With the greatest pleasure," and RenWest resumed his place with basket inhand.No wonder there was a moment's silence, and Leander Covil's lip curled.For he never knew tho proud Edith toask a favor of any man before.Wc reached the wood, and our escortsresigned tho baskets for us to preparelunch, while they cleared away tho underbrush." Ah!" sighed Ren, as he seated himself in the circle around the dainty feast,"it was tho thought of this moment thatstrengthened me through our weary pilgrimage. This was the beacon light luring mo on—this the stuft' on which Ileaned.A general laugh went around, hut Mr.Covil curled his lip." What a clown the fellow is !" he saidjust loud enough for Miss St. Ledger'sears.I saw her curve her neck, and whenwe returned she walked with Ben West.The next day we had an equestrian excursion. Mr. devil sought my sido—topique Edith, I thought. But she rodeon, seemingly unconscious, with JeromeLeicester, until his girths had to be tightened, when Bon West, who had riddenalone, tilled the vacancy.I heard Edith St. Ledger laugh as shehad never laughed before that day; and 1wondered if she had really turned coquette,lie did not seek her side on our return,and she rode with Charles Dorris, her oldproud self again.Our picnic came oil' in due time, justwhen strawberries were ripe. It waslargely attended, and Ben West was thelife of the company. It was that day Iread the proud heart of Edith St. Ledger.We were standing together, with Mr. Oovil, under au oak, a little apart from theothers. Ben had said something veryfunny in that grave way of his, and therewas a perfect shout of laughter raised."What a brainless clown that West is,"Covil said. I believe he never had a serious or sensible thought in his life."Edith St. Ledger turned away her face,and seemed to be looking at a group ofchildren. But I saw a deep, quick colorrise to her face, her lips quivered, and herlarge, cold eyas grew warm, and filledwith tears. And then I knew .that EdithSt. Lodger loved Ben West.They did not seek each other's societyafter this, openly, at least ; and I think 1was the only oue of the party who hud asuspicion of her secret.It was the third week of our visit, andwc were to start cityward in two days.Ben West was not going back with us.lie hud received communications from theWest, and must return to his farm.I was out in the garden, sitting justoutside a rustic arbor. It was late twilight, and I did not see that there wereforms approaching until I heard tho voiceof Bon West and Edith St. Ledger as theyentered the arbor. Well, I could havegone away, but I sat still and listened.And dare you say you would not havedone the same?"I was mad, crazed, I know, ever tothink of you," I heard Ben West say." But I did think of you—and to thinkof you is to love you. I give you thofirst and tho last love of my heart. I didnot know I could love until I saw you. Iknow now I am not the shallow senselessclown you think, Edith St. Ledger. Isometimes feel like grinding these menwho sneer and scoff at me under my heel,knowing and feeling that, in tho sight ofGod, I live a better life than they. Themortal does not live—never lived—whocould say I over harmed soul or body.And many a one ilocs live, thank God,who thinks kindly aud gratefully of moto-day. I tell you this not to boast, hutbecause I cannot bear to go away, neverto see you again, without telling youwhat I am, not what I soem." He paused here, aud I heard the voice of Edith,low and tremulous." I have not thought as harshly of youas you think I have thought. I think-"and something of a sob choked her speech."Edith, can it bo—O Edith!" and Iknew that Benjamin West was a happierman just then then ho ever dreamed ofbeing on earth.The silence was broken by him.go West to morrow night on the twelveo'clock train. I have a humble, very humble home to offer you. There will be novoice to hid you God speed ; but will yougo with me."" If I go, it must be without tho consent of parents and friends. Y T ou knowwhat they would say. I love you, I loveyou—hut oh ! how can I leave them all?"She broke off, weeping softly." You must think of this, Edith, anddo just as your heart tells you. I offeryou iny whole life, and God knows I willtenderly care for you. But do not comeunless you can give yourself in lovo andfaith to my keeping. I shall bid farewellto my friends to-morrow evening. If yousay * good-by,' I shall know it is forever.If only 'good-night,' I shall know whatit means, and at eleven I will be in thelane with a carriage. "Good-night,Edith," and he kissed her and was gone.Tho next evening the gentlemen lingered long over their wine." Come, Ben, drink with us this lastnight of a pleasant month," cried youngSt. Ledger, holding up a glass invitingly."I never drink wine, or any liquorwhatever," I hoard Ben answer as wopassed out of the room. And a beautifulflush of joy and content stolo over Edith'sface." IAn hour later, Ben West made hisadieex. He passed around the room,shaking hands and speaking words of farewell, and came to Edith last." I may never see you again, Miss St.Lodger," he said quietly ; but I saw hishand tremble und his face quiver. "Goodby." And I held my breath to hear herresponse. It was low, and not audibleacross tho room." Good-night, Mr. West. I trust weshall meet again," and she gave him herhand. And I alone knew the emotions ofthose two hearts.I did not retire with tiie household thatnight, hut waited in my room till almosteleven. Then I Btole softly down to thohall, just as Edith St. Ledger, cloakedaud veiled, was gliding through tho door.I laid my hand on lier arm." Hush!" I said, as she started in terror. " I heard all in tho harbor to-night,and I want to ask you if you know whatthis step means. No more case and idleness, luxury and pleasure. Ben West isis a poor man and a farmer."" Yes," she said, " I know. It meansa better life than I have lived. It meanssomething nobler than I have ever known.Ben West is the otdy man I ever loved,and I am going with him. Good-night."And she was gone." She is won ; they are off over bank,bush, and scaur. They'll have fleet steedsthat follow, quoth young Lochinvar," Isaid to myself as I sought my pillow.You can imagine the next morning. Alittle note told tho story, and Edith St.Ledger's haughty father crushed it underhis heel, and eursed his daughter forever.But curses are no tas fatal and terribleas they used to be in this cursing age.For Edith West is very, very happy, shewrites mo, and her husband is dearer toher every day, and her beautiful childrenare the flowers of tho West. And shehasn't a bit of pride left. Besides allthis, her father and mother wero .out tovisit her last fall, and he brought backwith him, and showed mo proudly, a curlof " the baby's" hair. So it euds like afairy tale, you sec. Surely love castcthout pride.lor the Middletown Transcript.LETTER FROM KM XT COUNTY, AID.Mr. Ed it or ; —l'erhupa your quondam correspondent " Siuapis" has concluded that the weather has been sufficientlywarm without mustard.What with tho intense beat, the dryweather, and poor crops, the people of thisilk think there is abundant ground forlong faces and short purses ; yet a bettorphilosophy and a truer spirit of enterpriwould dictate a differeut temper. Andthey who can accept cheerfully tile situation and with elastic energy " try again,"will hardly shorten their lives thereby.The excessive sultriness of thobeastheyoudoor,ofisdiesofandhozcsummerhas not been favorable to political agitation, yet the elements are beginuiug tomove for a vigorous fall campaign. TheKads. are moving ; a meeting was latelyheld at night in a dark corner of Kent, indingy old darkey church, to hear speeches from Judge Hugh L. Bond and theIfun. General 11. Clay Graicford, of ChesII. Clay ! " Alas 1 to whatbase uses do we come at last !" II. ClayC. is the XY Amendment orator of thomongrels of Kent. He makes ink.lias a photographic gallery and makes pictures aud perhaps originals,printing press, and rumor has inspired thehope that he would print a paper. It isnot known what name it will receive, butis not tho only nameless tiling whichclaims paternity from him. A suitablename might be found iu tho character ofits founder aud that it may not suffer iuthis regard, a suggestion to call it " TheAco of Spades and Dark Lantern," mightnot be inappropriate. He may yet get anomination to Congress from his woollyheaded confreres. But what of Democracy ? IIou. Mr. Ilambletou has alicuatedmany friends by his blunder iu voting forthe continuation of the odious audtertown.lielie has aoppressive Income Tax, and is not the man forthe battle now to be waged, a battle ofdesperation.I have heard several goodtioued, yet I hardly think the rightyet before the public. The Democraticparty needs as its Congressional candidatedemocrat from principle, a high-mindedhonourable man, of age and experience inpolitical affairs, of ability not only topress his views, hut of sufficient discretionknow when to keep silent,know the people well, aud their wants ; heshould be identified with them in principleand interest, and be thoroughlysant with party tactics,would unite the Democratic and Conservative elements of this District, and such aman is Col. George Gale, of Kent. It isbe hoped that the nominatingtion will cousider well nut his claims, buthis fitness and ability to unite all classesagainst the bine skins and hybrids of thisDistrict. Col. Gale can heat them, it isdoubtful if another man can.names menmancxlie shouldconverSuch a manconvenes,noestotondo.ofofTho Kail Road—not the Kent CountyIt. but tho Chestcrtown ltail Iload isnow on its first and last logs.Tito wiseacres who direct it ate prepar-ing to run it from Dwyer's into town, and-keep itThe road bed between Dwyer'sand Bacon's has been bought, graded andfencing paid for, but they abandon thatsection, and at an expense of £60,000 runinto town, and propose to run it out againan expense of £70,000, making a deadloss to tiie stock holders of £135,000, andthen what? They will have no road, andonly as uow one market,—and no powercontrol what they have built. Thiswhole thing is a shameful swindle, securedbogus votes of men who never boughtand paid for a single share of stock.Somo rich developments may yet bemade anent this concern, but my timoandyour space does not now admit thereof.Why didWhy was it not commenoed at Deep Landing and enormous freightage saved ? Whyhave not the ono-sharo stock-holders around Chestcrtown been made to pay up?For what speoifio purpose wore these onesharr and ono-day stock-holders drummedup? Can any director tell ? If not perhaps somo one else can. A great splutterwas made, amid dining, riding, feasting,junketing nnd whiskey guzzling to get thebonds of the company endorsed by tiie ciof Baltimore ; why was it not done ?Who in Chestcrtown made efforts to thwart? Can any one tell ? Or daru notell tales out of school ?Yot the lower part of Kent gave hershare in tho State's subscription, £20,000then, by a slight curve, tothere.arenot tho road go to Middletown ?ortion.andplynil,ouc—gave one-fifth tiro amount of tax for'bonds £2(1,000—and subscribed liberallyto build the road, tind yet a few men representing in all not more than £8,000 or£10,000 worth of stock deprive this portion of tho county of any benefits of theroad.Strange that a stockholder should express these views, Is it not ? Will it nottend to depreciate the bonds and make thestock worthless? Bah! why sing psalmsto a dead donkey ? j What use can therobe in puffing up a defunct enterprise?All parties in any Way interested had better know at once that the Hoad was strangled in its infancy by its dry nurse, theBoard of Directors. The clear sightedprudent men who jield tho bulk of thostock wero kept back, and their influenconullified by a batch of bogus votes manufactured for the occasion, and now, thattheir money is sunk and with it the interests of all others, no one must complainlest the stock should be depreciated. Butperhaps there will be a change ; the roadmay not curve but bo continued to its :proper terminus on tho Chesapeake.The only foundation for this hope is thatwhen the road reaches Chestcrtown thefunds will bo exhausted and the P. W. &B. llailroad, with its Delaware branch,may take the Kent branch on its ownterms aud finish it Will they? Theyhad ns well do so fir it is under their control anyhow, they / plight make it pay andthe people of Kent would be accommodated with Hail Iload facilities.Yours, &c.Piper.YOUNG MEN IN SOCIETY.A modest and virtuous young man, onfirst going into society, is apt to bo sorelyperplexed upon the question how to makehimself agreeable t<!> ladies. lie need notbe ashamed of bis perplexity. Washington Irving, in oue of iiis early sketches,confessed that a well dressed lady was auobject perfectly "awful" to bis youngimagination. Wo ^vere onco acquaintedwith a gentleman of distinction iu publiolife, the father of several accomplisheddaughters, who could not, cvcu to his fiftiotli year, enter a drawing room whereladies were prescuttd without painful embarrassment. It is certainly a good signfor a young man to stand iu souie awo ofthe beautiful sex. A person of coarseand vulgar mind, who thinks more ofhimself than bis best friends think of hint,and who knows little of the worth of .good woman's heart, rushes fearlessly iuwhere an Irving or an Addison wouldblush to tread. Btlar this in mind, younggeuticmeu who blush and stammer in thecompany of young ladies; the girls areas much afraid of you as you arc of them.You are awkward in your manners, youthink. If you think so, it is likely thatyour youg friends think otherwise ; forthe really ill bred fellows that we havenever suspected their ill-breeding. And.after all, what is good breeding but habitual good nature? The simple fact thatyou wish to please is a proof that youpossess, or will soon acquire the power todo so. The good heart aud well-informedmind will soon give grace to the demeanor, or will so abundantly atone for thewant of it, that its libscncc will never bonoticed. Besides, flic ladies—that is moatof them—like a man who is simple in hismanners, provided that they see that thereis substance and worth in him. Gracefulmanners and ready wit arc good as far asthey go. But be sure of this, Ü bashful,blushing youth, that, in the society of ladies and of men, you will pass, in tholong run, for what you are worth—nomore—no less. The art of pleasing,therefore, is nothing more than the artof becoming an honest, kind, intelligentand high-minded man. Such a man, beho graceful as Chesterfield or awkward asCaliban, all worthy women trust and love.Queer People.-— Tho Dunkards, thatpeculiar sect of religionists, who haveseveral settlements in Pennsylvania andOhio, have recently started another nearKnob Noster, Mo. They build no churches, but bold their religious services inbarns or in the open air. They supportno regular minister», but each one preaches who chooses, or can get an audience tolisten to him. Candidates arc admittedto membership by being plunged threotimes, feet foremast, into the water.They have stated feasts of bread and mutton soup, after which they administer thesacrament very much as other Christiansdo. Among their Religious rites is thatof washing each cither's feet, which isdone in a very solemn and primitive style.Compared with ordinary churches, theChurch of the Dunkards is the extremeof simplicity.Palpitation of the Heart. —Thor*are probably few persons who have not a|some timo in their lives had, if not formore than one morpent, palpitation of theheart. Tho disease is dependent on over-,excitement of the nerves of thisorgan.Where not oausod By discaso of tho heartor its valves, it is not a dattgorous affection. The best treatment is perfect quietand composure. If it continues long, apply hot oompresses over tho region of theheart, changing them often. Ttheirtight clothing, nervous excitement, acrowded or unvcnti)atod room, and, abovenil, loading tho stomach with indigestiblearticles of food.o proven!occurrence, avoid over-exertioo,An unpleasant sort of arithmotla—-di.vision among familllos.A fitting opportunity—When yon arqgetting measured for a suit et clothes.